Yggdrasill - My Personal Take

[Eanwulf]

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Disturbing shadows have grown long over the northern reaches of The Land of Song. The fierce people who once fished the chilly fjords and hunted in the evergreen peaks now huddle in their villages. An evil is abroad in the land. Outlying villages and holdings have become abandoned, their populations missing. Hunting parties and traders have vanished. Bandits and worse roam the lands unchecked. The harvests have soured and now, as winter descends, the Clans fear that their meager stores shall not last.

A Moon ago, the six most powerful clans each sent their champion to discover the source of blight. The six never returned, nor has any trace been found. Putting aside his pride, Yngvar, the old Jarl of the Clans, has called for outlander heroes to aid the free peoples, promising great rewards and remembrance in song.

The journey to Yngvar’s halls was long and arduous. The last leaves have fallen, and the cool air blowing off the sea has turned sharp and cold. The first morning frosts already grip the soil. Siri, the Jarl’s wise woman, has consulted with the ancestors of the Clans. An old evil has arisen, they say, full of anger at the living. The stain on the land originates from the Valley of the Sleeping Jarls, where all the Clans’ chieftains are laid to rest. The evil will not abate, the ancestors warn, for it bears a great malice for past deeds and hungers for vengeance. Siri has sought to discover what offense has been made, what appeasement can be offered; all for naught. Two nights ago, guards along the wooden palisade protecting Yngvar’s Hall disappeared. The spring calves have died and the poultry refuse to lay.

The heroes are charged with traveling to the Valley of the Sleeping Jarls to discover the source of the malevolence bearing down upon the land and with eradicating it. The well protected gorge can be found on the eastern shoulder of a particularly rugged mountain some three days’ travel from Yngvar’s hall. Who can say what evil lurks amid the towering peaks and shadowed fjords?

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Her Dark Majesty will be a Yggdrasil RPG campaign set (initially) among the frigid lands of Norway. It shall then progress gradually (should interest continue past the beginning three modules) over towards the shores of Sweden and then into Finland and maybe even Russia itself as strange and alien forces make their presences known to the game.

The campaign is designed to be of a more mythologically inclined theme rather than the atypical pseudo-historical type of genre and should hopefully tell an epic tale of Nordic heroes battling the forces of evil in an unforgiving parcel of the Dark Ages.

Think 13th Warrior meets Beowulf with some Slavic folklore thrown in for good measure.

I am looking for 4-6 players overall.

I want this done properly so willing to allot the time necessary.

Even despite the overwhelming urge to run something!

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Notes of Worth

• The region known as the Land of Song will be rather non-canon for Yggdrasil and inserted below Mære, Norway on the game-given map. It shall be home to King Hring's uncle: The Jarl of Jarls - Lord Yngvar (essentially a Duke-equivalent in status but still referred to as a Jarl nonetheless).
  
  MAP OF GAME LOCATION

  
  It's the purple part amidst a yellow circle outline.
  
  HERE IS A LINK to the region on Google Maps. Scroll out to see it's approximate location overall if desired, but only with a good backstory.
  
  The party members can be from any of the kingdoms mentioned in the rulebooks: Norway, Denmark, or Svithjod (Sweden) or possibly even having ties to the Finns, Sami, or Gautars if so desired.
  
  All in all, the call out for true heroes was given by the King of Norway after six of his best champions went missing. Curious as to what has the King troubled, other realms' heroes have heeded the call and traveled to the lands of Lord Yngvar.

[Muskrat]

Color me interested. This sounds like a really cool idea for a campaign.

[Tisben]

I'm very interested in playing this as well.

[Olligarchy]

You have my bow!

[TetNak]

And ma' axe.

[Olligarchy]

Goddamn it @TetNak, we don't need your grand ma's axe!

[Hayabusa]

@Olligarchy Don't say that without having met his grandma. That frost giant uses polar bears as toothpicks.

[Olligarchy]

Yikes @Hayabusa, way to give me nightmares!

[Eanwulf]

@Olligarchy @Hayabusa - You should see how many snow leopards and walruses she has to kill just to make a single pair of granny panties! Shudder at the thought! /brrrrrr

[Olligarchy]

Walruses?

We just kill our polar bears with our barehands when they dare show their faces out on the streets.


Pictured: Midsummer in Finland.